How my BDSM Sex Story Came to Be
I looked at the spectacle in front of me. My sissy maid was on his knees, his maid skirt lifted completely up his back, exposing his ass and his sissy cunt. I watched as my friend Trish was pounding away into his pussy with a rather large strap-on. My other friends were egging her on. His “clitty stick” was encased in a condom, lest any of his clitty milk should escape – he’s been told that it’s on so he can drink his own clitty milk afterward. I ponder on how my BDSM sex story had evolved to this moment.
I smile slowly as I remember telling him the purpose of said condom – his eyes got big, and then his clitty started to swell with the mere thought of eating his own cum. He couldn’t deny his desire with the growing evidence, even though I knew he wanted to… desperately. My my, I thought; he certainly has come a long way since I first started “training” him.
God, was it only two months ago that my BDSM Sex Story began? Maybe it was three.
In either case, at the time Steven lived down the block from me. I’d see him nearly every day, walking his German Shepard Fritz, and he always stopped in front of my house with one excuse or another. Oh, I knew he wanted me – every time we’d chat, I could see his eyes roaming over me, undressing me, and even licking his lips.
He always gave off this vibe that he would do anything to get inside my panties. Kind of desperate, and I gotta say, more than just a bit pathetic. I mean, a real man would just take what he wanted, but not Steve. no, he just sort of circled around the subject but never took the steps to close the deal. It started me thinking – what would he do to have me? To keep me? How far could I push him? To what depth of depravity was he willing to subject himself? Oh, the wheels they were a-turning.
A week later my BDSM sex story was born, plans set, and ready to be placed into motion
I set out to ensnare my horny little Steve. With some flimsy excuse (I think I had gotten Fritz a chew toy or bone or something equally mundane), I was at his front door, striking up a conversation with Steve. He didn’t seem to question my presence, just stood there almost panting, like an attention-starved puppy grateful for whatever scraps of praise I was l willing to toss him. Within five minutes I had extended an invitation to dinner at my place. A huge smile spread across his face and he grabbed at the invite with both hands.
If he had only known what I had in store for him, to turn him into a sissy maid slut, he might not have been so eager to accept my offer.
To be continued…
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